Dreaming Of Being A Vampire Novels & Stories

I threw my head back on the pillow. "I had a dream." "So you dreamed about him," his voice was low and there was a hint of something else. "I did. I don't know why, though. I thought vampires are not capable of dreaming?" "You are a special case because there is still a fraction of human blood in your body. What did you dreamed about? I hope you weren't dreaming about doing with him what we just did."

Then out of fear, he closed his eyes while he screamed and hugged the wolf's neck tight. Even if Vince's eyes were completely shut, he knew well that they had jumped to the rocks and streams. The white wolf was almost flying but he didn't know why. When he opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder, he saw humans with sharp fangs chasing them. They were as fast as a bolt of lightning. Their eyes were bloody red. They could also jump high just like the wolf. "Vampires!" he screamed in his sleep. In his dream, he talked to the white wolf. He was panting and shaking in fear and coldness.

At first, she couldn’t remember exactly what she had been dreaming about, but she knew she had been sprinting in her dream, and her chest heaved as if she had been truly attempting to outrun a predator. She wiped her brow on the sleeve of her flannel pajamas, and after a moment to compose herself, turned to her nightstand and a drink of water. Whatever she had been dreaming, it was terrible, and she was afraid to go back to sleep. She glanced at the clock next to her bed. It was 3:00 AM. She felt chills climbing up her spine as she realized at this time tomorrow, she would be at the Eidolon Festival. Suddenly, she remembered, she had been dreaming about attending the fair. But, if her dream

“My mother. It’s always the same dream. It stopped for a little while when I lived with Vesper, but…they came back.” “Okay.” My throat constricts while I watch her drink the blood. The way my body reacts to her is violent and painful and it takes everything I have to get up and walk away to the couch. “I have nightmares too,” I say just to make conversation. “Every night?” “Yes.” “Damn. I had some hope that it would go away.” “Mine never did. Vesper claims he never has nightmares. I think it depends on how…difficult your human life was before you became vampire.”

It was a dismal little place. She'd told me about her vampirism right from the start, but I took it as a joke at first. Everyone on the web is a witch or a warlock or a vampire of some crap, and even after she insisted that she really needed to drink human blood every once in a while so she wouldn't get sick, I figured it was just a game she'd gone overboard with.

“What….who are you?” She asked in fear. Her hands were shaking but she tried to steady herself. He tilted his head and replied. “I’m a vampire” he replied simply and she burst into laughter, it was a nervous kind of laughter, she was trying to mask her fear with the laughter. “Vampire? Really?” She paused and studied him carefully “I believe in angels and demons, I believe in God and satan but vampires?” She chuckled again before saying “Vampires aren’t real”

The period 1950 “What will happen, father, if we all become vampires? I don't want to be like them.” A little girl was crying in her father's arms, fearing being a monster like them. “No, love. We will never transform into this filthy creature just endure for a while, daughter, and later we'll be in peace,” The man kissed his daughter on the head and whispered these heartless words because alone he knows the meaning of his words. Outside the house, they can hear people scream. They are begging for clemency. Notably, the sound of children crying could crush one's soul. Those vampires saturated the entire village in blood, they even ripped off their hearts.

I inquired gently, trying to reassure her that she could share anything with me. "I dreamt of those vampires again," she admitted, her voice wavering slightly. "It felt so real, like they were hunting me, and I couldn't escape." I reached out and took her hand in mine, trying to offer some comfort. "It was just a dream, Veronica. You know I'll always protect you. Vampires or anything else, I won't let anything happen to you," I said sincerely. She nodded, gripping my hand tightly. "I know, but it felt so vivid, and with all the commotion outside earlier, it just got me scared."

My dreams are getting worse now, since I saw vampires in the forest. My sexual urge is getting hotter and intense now. It’s becoming more common. Fucky! What is happening to me? I know that I promised myself that I will give my purity to a vampire that’s why I’m still a virgin now but… Fucky! I don’t even know if I’m gonna lose it or I’ll die a virgin! Fucky no! So maybe my body hurts because my femininity feels like she’s about to be destroyed by vampire masculinity! It knew I had seen a real vampire! That will excite children to be destroyed!

Certainly, she would not be so eager about the mate topic if she knew about the fur and paws appearing in the crazy illusion. "I'll tell you a secret, my darling. When I first met your father, it was also in my dream. It's rare, but we vampires can sense when the fated one is near, approaching us." My mood sank. Yes, I was well aware that some vampires could recognize their mates in a dream. Though it wasn't my case. My mind played nasty tricks on me because we visited a werewolves' village. Though the enthusiasm which radiated from her troubled me. Oh, mother. If you only knew how very wrong and unacceptable your prognosis would be.